systems may be historically observed to bear a direct relation to the emoluments.”
“Would you mind telling me your opinion on two points, Stabb? We can go on with that argument of yours afterwards.”
“Say on, Wilbraham.”
“Is Lynborough in his right senses?”
“The point is doubtful.”
“Are you in yours?”
Stabb reflected. “I am sane – but very highly specialised,” was his conclusion.
Wilbraham wrinkled his brow. “All the same, right of way or no right of way is purely a legal question,” he persisted.
“I think you’re highly specialised too,” said Stabb. “But you’d better keep quiet and see it through, you know. There may be some fun – it will serve to amuse the Archdeacon when you write.” Wilbraham’s father was a highly-esteemed dignitary of the order mentioned.
Lynborough came out again, smoking a cigar. His manner was noticeably more alert: his brow was unclouded, his whole mien tranquil and placid.
“I’ve put it all right,” he observed. “I’ve written her a civil letter. Will you men bathe to-morrow?”
They both assented to the proposition.
“Very well. We’ll start at eight. We may as well walk. By Beach Path it’s only about half-a-mile.”
“But the path’s stopped, Ambrose,” Stabb objected.
“I’ve asked her to have the obstruction removed before eight o’clock,” Lynborough explained.
“If it isn’t?” asked Roger Wilbraham.
“We have hands,” answered Lynborough, looking at his own very small ones.
“Wilbraham wants to know why you don’t go to law, Ambrose.”
Lord Lynborough never shrank from explaining his views and convictions.
“The law disgusts me. So does my experience of it. You remember the beer, Cromlech? Nobody ever acted more wisely or from better motives. And if I made money – as I did, till the customers left off coming – why not? I was unobtrusively doing good. Then Juanita’s affair! I acted as a gentleman is bound to act. Result – a year’s imprisonment! I lay stress on these personal experiences, but not too great stress. The law, Roger, always considers what you have had and what you now have – never what you ought to have. Take that path! It happens to be a fact that my grandfather, and my father, and I have always used that path. That’s important by law, I daresay – ”
“Certainly, Lord Lynborough.”
“Just what would be important by law!” commented Lynborough. “And I have made use of the fact in my letter to the Marchesa. But in my own mind I stand on reason and natural right. Is it reasonable that I, living half-a-mile from my bathing, should have to walk two miles to get to it? Plainly not. Isn’t it the natural right of the owner of Scarsmoor to have that path open through Nab Grange? Plainly yes. That, Roger, although, as I say, not the shape in which I have put the matter before the Marchesa – because she, being a woman, would be unappreciative of pure reason – is really the way in which the question presents itself to my mind – and, I’m sure, to Cromlech’s?”
“Not the least in the world to mine,” said Stabb. “However, Ambrose, the young man thinks us both mad.”
“You do, Roger?” His smile persuaded to an affirmative reply.
“I’m afraid so, Lord Lynborough.”
“No ‘Lord’, if you love me! Why do you think me mad? Cromlech, of course, is mad, so we needn’t bother about him.”
“You’re not – not practical,” stammered Roger.
“Oh, I don’t know, really I don’t know. You’ll see that I shall get that path open. And in the end I did get that public-house closed. And Juanita’s husband had to leave the country, owing to the heat of local feeling – aroused entirely by me. Juanita stayed behind and, after due formalities, married again most happily. I’m not altogether inclined to call myself unpractical. Roger!” He turned quickly to his secretary. “Your father’s what they call a High Churchman, isn’t he?”
“Yes – and so am I,” said Roger.
“He has his Church. He puts that above the State, doesn’t he? He wouldn’t obey the State against the Church? He wouldn’t do what the Church said was wrong because the State said it was right?”
“How could he? Of course he wouldn’t,” answered Roger.
“Well, I have my Church – inside here.” He touched his breast. “I stand where your father does. Why am I more mad than the Archdeacon, Roger?”
“But there’s all the difference!”
“Of course there is,” said Stabb. “All the difference that there is between being able to do it and not being able to do it – and I know of none so profound.”
“There’s no difference at all,” declared Lynborough. “Therefore – as a good son, no less than as a good friend – you will come and bathe with me to-morrow?”
“Oh, I’ll come and bathe, by all means, Lynborough.”
“By all means! Well said, young man. By all means, that is, which are becoming in opposing a lady. What precisely those may be we will consider when we see the strength of her opposition.”
“That doesn’t sound so very unpractical, after all,” Stabb suggested to Roger.
Lynborough took his stand before Stabb, hands in pockets, smiling down at the bulk of his friend.
“O Cromlech, Haunter of Tombs,” he said, “Cromlech, Lover of Men long Dead, there is a possible – indeed a probable – chance – there is a divine hope – that Life may breathe here on this coast, that the blood may run quick, that the world may move, that our old friend Fortune may smile, and trick, and juggle, and favour us once more. This, Cromlech, to a man who had determined to reform, who came home to assume – what was it? Oh yes – responsibilities! – this is most extraordinary luck. Never shall it be said that Ambrose Caverly, being harnessed and carrying a bow, turned himself back in the day of battle!”
He swayed himself to and fro on his heels, and broke into merry laughter.
“She’ll get the letter to-night, Cromlech. I’ve sent Coltson down with it – he proceeds decorously by the highroad and the main approach. But she’ll get it. Cromlech, will she read it with a beating heart? Will she read it with a flushing cheek? And if so, Cromlech what, I ask you, will be the particular shade of that particular flush?”
“Oh, the sweetness of the game!” said he.
Over Nab Grange the stars seemed to twinkle roguishly.
CHAPTER IV
THE MESSAGE OF A PADLOCK
“Lord Lynborough presents his compliments to her Excellency the Marchesa di San Servolo. Lord Lynborough has learnt, with surprise
